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cat63 at 07:56pm on 22/04/2013 under bah!, holibobs, the intransigence of inanimate objects, trike
cat63 at 07:56pm on 22/04/2013 under bah!, holibobs, the intransigence of inanimate objects, trikeThis week was Rob's second leg of his tour around the coast.
The plan was that we would drive down to Weymouth (where he finished last time), spend the afternoon there, staying at a B&B, then he would set off on his ride on Sunday. This then gave me the opportunity to drive over to visit my mother, who lives about an hour's drive from Weymouth, stay there overnight and drive home today (with a stop at bath on the way to see the Roman Baths) and we'd decide on a place for me to collect Rob next weekend.
The first part of this plan went admirably - if you're ever in need of a B&B in Weymouth (and can cope with stairs) I can heartily recommend The Pink House, which has to be one of the nicest B&Bs I've ever been pleased to stay in.
We spent a pleasant afternoon at the Sea Life Adventure Park (pictures will bombard you later :)), watching the otters getting fed and suchlike and had a very nice dinner at Moby Dick's.
Sunday also went to plan, and Rob called me in the early evening to tell me he'd done 86 hilly miles and reached his planned camp site at Starcross, a short distance from Dawlish.
This morning though, I was just about to pop my bag in the van and set off home when he called again. Some of you may remember the incident in the Netherlands when one of his steering handles detached itself from the main body of the machine and hi-jinks ensued. A short distance from the campsite, he hit a comparatively insignificant bump and the same thing happened to the other one….
So instead of a trundle off to see the Roman Baths, it was a scoot down to the seaside again to collect Rob and the stricken Kate and drive all three of us home. Bah, bother and drat.
Still, at least I was within call range when it happened and it didn't happen on one of the evil hills of the previous day.
The plan was that we would drive down to Weymouth (where he finished last time), spend the afternoon there, staying at a B&B, then he would set off on his ride on Sunday. This then gave me the opportunity to drive over to visit my mother, who lives about an hour's drive from Weymouth, stay there overnight and drive home today (with a stop at bath on the way to see the Roman Baths) and we'd decide on a place for me to collect Rob next weekend.
The first part of this plan went admirably - if you're ever in need of a B&B in Weymouth (and can cope with stairs) I can heartily recommend The Pink House, which has to be one of the nicest B&Bs I've ever been pleased to stay in.
We spent a pleasant afternoon at the Sea Life Adventure Park (pictures will bombard you later :)), watching the otters getting fed and suchlike and had a very nice dinner at Moby Dick's.
Sunday also went to plan, and Rob called me in the early evening to tell me he'd done 86 hilly miles and reached his planned camp site at Starcross, a short distance from Dawlish.
This morning though, I was just about to pop my bag in the van and set off home when he called again. Some of you may remember the incident in the Netherlands when one of his steering handles detached itself from the main body of the machine and hi-jinks ensued. A short distance from the campsite, he hit a comparatively insignificant bump and the same thing happened to the other one….
So instead of a trundle off to see the Roman Baths, it was a scoot down to the seaside again to collect Rob and the stricken Kate and drive all three of us home. Bah, bother and drat.
Still, at least I was within call range when it happened and it didn't happen on one of the evil hills of the previous day.
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